by Ashe Barker
She comes, her face contorting in ecstasy, as Luca slams his cock back into her. There is no resistance now, no pained, fearful expression, just pure delight as the convulsions rack her body. Her pussy is contracting, her cunt gripping me so tight it’s all I can manage not to shoot my load right there.
I hiss, my resolve unshaken as I ride out this moment with her. When she at last goes limp I start to move.
Luca and I soon set up a decent rhythm, our movements synchronised. He pulls out as I drive my cock in, and vice versa, in, out, in, out, filling, claiming, taking.
And Llianna gives, her submission to us a truly beautiful thing.
I reach for her clit again, and she is soon coming around both our cocks. She was always tight, always so hot, but this is perfect. Her body is stretching around both of us, every shiver and twist and burn of pleasure amplified, magnified, every ripple of her inner muscles reaching both of us. When Luca drives his cock deep, I feel it too. I know when she squeezes his dick in her arse, when he rotates his hips to create the friction she craves now. And as I thrust he clenches his jaw, his cock jerking violently, just millimetres from mine.
We fuck, the three of us joined, our movements in perfect harmony. We execute a seductive, sensual dance, Llianna cradled between us as we all reach for release together. Llianna comes, her cries of pleasure lost as I cover her mouth with mine. She is shaking, her body clenching helplessly as Luca holds her hips and rams his cock in and out. I match his thrusting with my cock and my tongue and my own climax coils in my nuts.
My balls contract with painful force. Semen is forced up, surges along my shaft, and spurts to fill Llianna’s welcoming body. I shout my pleasure, my fingers now tangled in her hair as I drive my cock home one last time.
My climax recedes, but we’re not done yet. I regain my breath enough to smash my lips over hers again and I ruthlessly tongue-fuck Llianna’s mouth. I am aware, just dimly, of a similar hoarse cry from Luca, the pair of us making sounds more animalistic than human in this incredible moment. His pumping hips are motionless suddenly, his fingers digging into Llianna’s soft skin as he drags her arse back onto his cock.
Then he drops forward, his weight briefly on me as Llianna is sandwiched between us. Luca rolls to his left. I shift to follow so we remain joined but without crushing our little female. I stroke her hair as Luca nuzzles her shoulder.
“How was that, honey?” he asks. “Are you still with us?”
“I believe that I am, sir,” she murmurs, prim and proper whatever the circumstance. One solid cock jammed in her arse, another in her cunt, and she manages to remain polite. We have her Fyorlian upbringing to thank for that, no doubt.
I offer up thanks that her actions and responses are considerably less inhibited than her words. The journey back to Earth should just fly by.
* * *
“I have been thinking.”
I turn my head to glance down at the diminutive figure standing beside me as we watch the bulk of our salvaged haul disappear into the massive incinerator unit at Absolom. “Oh?” I remark, conversationally. “What have you been thinking about?”
“The Renascient. I should like to sell it. Do you think I could do so here?”
“Here? At Absolom?”
“Yes.” She turns her head to scan the bustling scene around us as spacecraft of every size and description jockey for space in the crowded landing bays. “It appears to be a busy location. There must be several potential purchasers here. Would you assist me in offering the Renascient for sale?”
“You’d probably get a better price in the Virgo cluster. My advice would be to wait.”
“No, I wish to sell the ship now. Who do I need to speak to in order to do so?”
“Why the hurry?”
“There is something which I would like to purchase so I require the credits. I wonder, how much might the new owner be prepared to pay me?”
“Not as much as you’d get in the Virgo cluster, I’m sure of that. What do you need to buy that’s so urgent? What about if we were to loan you what you need?”
She shakes her head. “No, that would not work. You see, I wish to purchase a share in your salvage and reclamation company. I wish to be your business partner, yours and Luca’s.”
I drape my arm across her shoulders. “You’re our partner already.”
“No, I am not.” Her tone is quite adamant. She looks up at me. “I am your submissive… is that the term you use?”
I shrug. “Yes, I suppose…”
“I wish to remain with you, and you appear to need me to prove that. So, I have decided that I shall buy a share in this ship. I could be of use to you in your work, I have skills and—”
“Suppose we don’t want to sell you a share? Have you considered that?”
It’s clear that such a possibility never crossed her mind. She turns to regard me, her expression devastated. “I… would you refuse me? Surely…”
Now it’s my turn to be adamant. “We would. We don’t want your money, especially if it means selling off your heritage at a cut price to raise the credits to pay us.”
“But, it is my decision. You said that the Renascient is mine, to do with as I wish.”
“It is. Which is why this scheme of yours won’t do. Selling it off for whatever you can get? That’s not what you really want to do with your ship. I know it, Luca knows it. We won’t let you squander it in this way.”
“Oh. But—”
“What’s the problem? What does she want to squander?”
Luca appears on Llianna’s other side, his negotiations with the authorities here on Absolom seemingly concluded. We needed to agree a deal for storing the refurbished Cryligean fighter Luca had been working on when we found the Renascient since we prefer to travel back to Earth as light as possible.
“The Renascient,” I reply. “Llianna wants to sell it, and she thinks this would be a good place to strike a deal.”
“Here?” Luca snorts in derision, as determined as I am to dissuade her from this foolhardy course. “No, not here. No one here has any credits, definitely not enough to buy a ship of that size. No, Llianna, if you insist on a sale we should advertise it in the Virgo cluster.”
“But—”
I interrupt her again. “Llianna wants to go into the scrap metal business. She intends to use the proceeds to buy shares in the Zephyrean.”
“Why?”
“She wants to be a partner,” I explain.
“Right. So, why does she need to sell the Renascient to do that? She’s already a partner.”
“That’s what I just told her.” Well, it is, more or less.
“Do not speak of me as though I were not here.” Llianna glares at the pair of us, her hands on her hips. She looks adorable. “And no, I am not your partner in the business. I have sex with you, and I love you. You love me too, which is good, of course, but still you speak of leaving me behind on your home world. The Zephyrean is yours and I wish it to be mine also. Then you will not leave me behind. You will not be able to do so, not if I own a share.”
I catch Luca’s eye over her head. “Shall we tell her?”
He shrugs. “I suppose, if that’s what it takes to get some peace around here.”
I produce my comms tablet from my pocket and access our franchise authorisation, the intergalactic permit that enables us to seize and dispose of space debris. I scroll through the legal verbiage until I find the section we had altered recently, then I hand the tablet over to Llianna.
“There, see. We widened the scope of our operation. We’re now in the business of salvage, reclamation, and heritage preservation. We needed a new associate in order to convince the licencing council that we possess the necessary credentials to undertake that task, so we took the liberty of adding your name. Here.”
I wait as she scans the terms of our revised permit, then the list of directors who make up our corporate team. She looks up at me, then at Luca, her eyes brimming with tears.
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“We did. We need you.”
“You need me? But… why?”
“Well, as it says here, we needed a director in charge of archaeology and historical research, and you do seem to be amply qualified. As well as that, you’re a part of us, and we adore you. That’s a good enough reason, but add to it that your body markings seem to suggest you’re irrevocably mated to us… we thought we’d better make it official.”
Luca takes up the cause. “So you see, you don’t need to raise any credits. Just do your job.”
“Oh, I will. I will,” she promises. “I can examine the wrecks, and tell you if you discover anything of historical significance. I can—”
“Quite so,” I interrupt. I turn to face her, my mood serious now. “But for you, Galileo would be among that rubbish pouring into that incinerator. I shudder when I think we might have—would have—missed it, and everything Earth can learn from it would have been lost. I know we seemed reluctant at first, but believe me when I tell you, we have no illusions about how important that find is. We don’t want to miss stuff like that, and now we won’t. You’re a civilising influence, Llianna. We’re glad to have you.”
Chapter Sixteen
Llianna
I straddle Luca, my back to him, my well-lubricated rear entrance positioned to take his cock. He steadies my hips as I peer over my shoulder.
“I cannot see… Could you…?”
“Just ease back, honey, I’ll make sure my cock gets where it needs to be.”
I lean back, and let out a satisfied sigh as the head of his cock breaches my hole. Just for a moment I pause as the burn heats, my entrance stretching in painful ecstasy to accept him, then the hurt recedes as my body opens. Inch by inch I press back against him, bearing down as his cock sheathes within me.
Soon I am seated in his lap, his cock fully within my welcoming rear passage. I squeeze, then rotate my hips.
“Don’t rush it, sweetheart. Legs spread, wide as you can.” Luca punctuates his command with a hard slap to the side of my buttock. I yelp, then obey.
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me back against his naked chest, his palms now covering each of my breasts. He curls his fingers to squeeze the soft curves, then pinches both of my nipples hard.
“Are you wet, Llianna?” he murmurs. “Are you ready for more cock?”
I nod, arching into his hands, my empty pussy aching for Sylvan who kneels before us and who is already pressing my knees further apart. The tendons in my thighs protest. I groan but do not complain. My clit throbs, swollen and exposed, on rampant, glorious display.
“She is wet for us. Dripping,” Sylvan confirms. “Her cunt is swollen and so beautiful, like a ripe peach…” He slides his hands up my inner thighs to my pussy, then uses his thumbs to spread my labia apart. “Mmm, so juicy. Is this for me, sweetheart? For us?”
“Yes,” I moan, my breath ragged. “Please, I cannot wait…”
“No? But I think you may have to…”
Sylvan continues to hold my entrance open, draws the flat of his tongue across my engorged lips. I shiver, and wonder what they would do to me if I was to orgasm right here and now. My pussy convulses as I contemplate such wickedness, and the fullness in my arse seems to increase.
“Oh, no, you don’t, little slut.” Luca releases my left nipple to raise his hand to my chin and turns my face toward his. “We’ll tell you when to come. Sylvan needs to suck on your clit first. We both think you might like that… are we right?”
“Yes. No… I cannot wait, sir. I must…” I scream as Sylvan opens his mouth around my throbbing clit, then wraps his tongue around it.
“Sshh,” croons Luca. “So noisy, such a rowdy little sub. Be quiet and stop wriggling.”
I do my best to remain still as Sylvan increases the agonising suction on my clit. The pressure of my overfull, stretched arse, the humiliation of being opened, exposed, utterly vulnerable to whatever they choose to do to me, and the perfect trust of knowing I am safe. All these coalesce at my aching, pulsating core.
“Please, please, please…” I groan. “It is too much, too… much.”
Luca’s breath fans across my neck. “Do you want him to fuck you too? Is your cunt greedy for his cock? Are you such an insatiable little slut that you need two cocks, one in each hole?”
I nod frantically.
“Then say it. Tell us what you want. Ask Sylvan to fuck you.”
I reach for Sylvan’s head, still nestling between my spread thighs and I grasp his blond locks. My fingers twist and tangle in his hair as I try to draw him up toward me. I might as well attempt to move a small planet. He sucks harder, flicks his nimble tongue over the tip of my clit and plunges three fingers inside my pussy. He curls them, finds my G-spot and rubs.
I unravel, as we all knew I would. I am helpless to prevent the inevitable when Sylvan continues to suckle my clit and finger-fuck my pussy as the bolts of orgasm flood my body. Luca mutters something obscene in my ear as I clench hard and come around his cock. The waves of pleasure are still coursing through me. I am limp, boneless in Luca’s arms when Sylvan rises from his knees to lean over the pair of us. He braces his hands behind Luca’s shoulders on the back of his seat and steps forward, then slams his cock into my pussy as I still tingle with the force of my release.
I gasp, the impossible fullness always a surprise to me no matter how often they take me like this. I know a moment of incredulous fear, swept away on a relentless tide of lust. My legs seem to lift of their own volition, my ankles seeking each other behind Sylvan’s waist. I hang on, impaled on Luca’s cock as Sylvan drives his erection into me again and again. I squeal and reach my arms up and behind me, grasping for Luca.
He is there, his hands in mine, his lips at my neck, his words soothing, encouraging. He urges me to greater arousal, heightening my response, then as if still not satisfied he releases one of my hands to reach down and squeeze my clit.
I come once more, violently, shuddering, shaking with the force of it. Neither male lets up. Luca strokes, rubs, pinches. Sylvan slams his cock into me, each stroke hard and fast and balls-deep. I am brought to orgasm again, then again. The sounds of our wild, abandoned fucking fill the control room of the Zephyrean as each male takes his turn to do as he wants with me.
And I lay there, spread wide, open, welcoming. I submit to them, to my wonderful, dominant human mates.
* * *
“Thank fuck for CAID keeping us on course. Those distractions are becoming a habit.” Luca leans forward to scan the various screens and data monitors on the flight deck. He is still naked, all three of us are. Clothing has become something of an unwelcome detail as we make our way back to the Virgo cluster with our precious cargo now transferred into the hold of the Zephyrean and the now repaired Renascient following obediently in our wake.
Sylvan has already alerted the authorities about our find. They were dismissive at first, but our scans and images speak for themselves. Once those had been transmitted, once the Earth scientists had taken the time to peruse our findings and assess the evidence, the discussion became serious. We have been given special clearance, which means we will be able to proceed quickly through the turgid formalities of the Virgo cluster entry protocols and straight on to the Milky Way where Earth nestles in one of the solar systems there.
Neither male will admit it, but I know they are both looking forward to visiting their home world. They have families I suppose, friends, memories to revisit. I understand their anticipation, and to an extent I share it. I have no world of my own, not any longer, so I have privately decided that I shall adopt Earth. It will be good, sufficient. I shall adapt, and I shall move on. Perhaps I already have.
“Holy shit…”
Luca and I both turn to regard Sylvan as he sits bolt upright to check the long range scanners. His fingers dance across the control panel as he narrows the focus, his brow creased in a furrow of intense concentration. He exhales again, then turns to Luca.
“Check this, will you? What do you see there?”
Luca leans over his shoulder to study the data, and tries a few commands of his own. He is also frowning.
I am scared, but curiosity dominates as I move closer, try to see what it is that has caused such excitement. “What have you seen? Is something out there?”
“Yeah, looks like it.” Sylvan shifts to make space for me. “Remember that diagnostic pulse you asked me to emit?”
“The one with my bio-markers? The one searching for other Fyorlian signatures?”
He nods. “The very same.”
“What? What has it found?” My voice is small, a mere whisper. I hold my breath, waiting…
“By the look of this, it found what exactly it was looking for,” replies Luca. He checks his screen, narrowing the coordinates, homing in on… “Fyorlians. There are strong echoes coming back, from what looks to be a mining and agricultural colony on the edge of the Orion Quadrant.” He straightens and turns to me. “Hey, who would have thought it? We may have found your long-lost cousins after all.”
“The Orion Quadrant?” I slump into a spare seat. “Where… where is that? Is it near…?”
Sylvan shakes his head. “Not really. It’s across two galaxies and we’d need to travel at sub-light speed to avoid endangering other traffic. We could make a detour to check this out, but it would double the time it will take us to reach Earth.”
“Two galaxies,” I echo. “But that is impossible. No Fyorlian craft was ever capable of such long-range travel. How could they have got there?”
Sylvan shrugs. “I guess we’ll just have to ask them. I take it you do want to go visiting?”
“Could we?” I look from one to the other, hardly daring to hope. Just when I had finally given up, when I had accepted the reality of my new existence… “I mean, it is a long way off our planned course…”
Luca just laughs. “Honey, we wouldn’t miss this for anything. CAID, plot new course. Revised coordinates…” He rechecks the data and reads it off to the computer. “Did you get all that?”
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